28-01-2022, 07:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 28-01-2022, 07:34 AM by B1ryani. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
**Part 12.**
Mr Arul placed the camera back on the table. “Could you pass me the skirt and panties, ma.”, his eyes constantly shifting between my nipples and my pussy. I slowly stood up, my legs shaking slightly from the near orgasm I was about to have. I pulled the skirt and the lacy panties out from under my legs and handed it to him. I stood there stark naked, showcasing my body to Dadi and Mr Arul. I could feel the wetness from my pussy dripping down my thighs.
“Absolutely beautiful.”, Mr Arul stood back, taking in the sight in front of him. “Maybe we can end with a full nude photoshoot.”, he chuckled. He already had photos of every part of me, and a video of both Dadi and him fingering and playing with my pussy. What else did he want.
Dadi remained silent, his right hand still on his cock over the dhoti, looking at my body. Mr Arul slowly walked towards the luggage bag again, unzipping it and pulling out a thin yellow bikini. He had already strategically placed it on the top of the pile of clothes. He zipped the bag shut and walked back to me, his right hand reaching out to hand me the bikini.
I’ve never worn a bikini before in my life, I thought to myself as I took the yellow cloth from his hands, staring at it.
“It’s like wearing your underwear, ma. Let me help you.”, he said, a little grin on his face.
I slid the bottom part under my legs and pulled it up to my waist. Oh my god. It was so skimpy; the rear part was basically a thong. I turned my head over my shoulders and looked down. My entire ass was on display with a thin yellow string disappearing into my ass cheeks. The front end barely covered my fat pussy. The edges of my dark pussy lips were sticking out from the sides.
Was I supposed to wear this outside? In public? My heart was beating fast. What if somebody see me? Thank God Nani’s house was pretty distanced away at the end of the little village, surrounded by fields. The only issue was that the villagers worked at these fields so the occasionally do walk past the house. My mind was racing with so many thoughts.
“Turn around, ma,” Mr Arul said. I slowly turned around, the front facing Dadi who was still sitting down on the couch. I lifted my hair, showing my entire back to Mr Arul. He picked up the bikini top, placing the 2 cups over my breasts from behind and slowly tied the 2 strings at my back. He came closer to me, his big belly rubbing onto my back, slowly pushing his hard cock in between my butt cheeks, grinding me as he tied the bikini.
I ignored his movements, looking down at my breasts. The 2 cups barely covered them, the edges of my dark areolas from each breast were sticking out noticeably. The meat from my tits pushed tightly together making them seem even bigger than they were. Of course, the bikini was at least two sizes smaller than required for my bigger breasts and ass.
Dadi stood up, taking a good look at me. “She looks very fuckable.”
The statement stunned me, and obviously Mr Arul, who definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Uhh… yes… yes, Santosh Ji.”, he stammered. “I could not find a proper bikini for her size. Most of our models are flat chested.”. He moved away from my back, standing a few feet behind me.
Dadi placed his hand on my left breast, gently squeezing it. “Do you like this bikini?”, he asked softly.
“Yes, Dadi.” I lied, looking down at his hand.
“Shall we head to the garden?”, Mr Arul asked. Dadi let my breast go, heading towards the front door, opening it wide.
Fuck. The realization of me having to go outside dressed like this hit me like a ton of bricks.
“No. no… not dressed like this…”, I took two steps back, bumping into Mr Arul.
“Oh, I almost forgot.”, He went back to the luggage bag and pulled out a small bottle of coconut oil. “This will make her skin glisten under the sunlight.”, he said with a wide smile on his face. He held my hand, guiding me to the rattan chair and sat down. I stood in front of him, wearing this bright yellow bikini that barely covered my most intimate parts. Dadi went outside. I could see him walking down the porch area, probably heading to his usual spot on the swing. It was really bright and sunny out, closing in to the middle of the day.
Mr Arul looked up at me, both of us alone in the hall. He squirted some oil onto his palms and slowly started to rub my legs, massaging the oil into my skin up to my thighs. “Your Dadi was right, you do look very fuckable in this.”, he grinned at me. Squirting more oil onto his palms, he started to rub it between my legs, squeezing and pinching my pussy lips together with his fingers. “I know a lot of men who would love to play with this little pussy of yours. They will make you career grow.”, he smiled.
I remained quiet, watching him as he moved towards my breasts, slowly rubbing more coconut oil onto them, his fingers making sure to touch my hard nipples as he massaged me. “Hmm…so soft…”, he whispered, as he grabbed both my breasts, pushing them together. A little bit more of my dark areolas peeked out, the nipple barely hiding inside the bikini top. He finished rubbing more oil on my arms and picked up the camera again. “Ok ma, let’s go.”
I peeked out the front door, the walls surrounding the garden were about 4 feet high. Thankfully, the surrounding roads looked empty. I felt Mr Arul’s hand grab my ass, pushing me outside. Dadi was sitting down on his usual spot, on the swing, watching us. His eyes lit up as he saw me walking out, my body shining under the sunlight, the bright yellow bikini barely holding my assets in.
“Wonderful. She looks great Arul.”
“Thank you, Santosh Ji”,
“Come here, Molu.”
I slowly walked towards Dadi. He remained seated as he bent down to take a closer look at my bikini bottom. He reached out, pulling the thin material out, crumpling it into a tight string. He slowly adjusted it so the string would fit snugly in between my slit. My fat pussy lips were fully exposed, hugging the string from the outside, giving me a camel toe. His right thumb and index finger pinched my pussy lips together, making the string dig deeper into me.
“Perfect.”, he said, looking at his handywork.
“Stand beside your Dadi, ma”, I heard Mr Arul from behind me. I adjusted myself to stand beside the swing, Dadi wrapped his hand around my waist, making sure that my barely covered breasts and pussy were fully exposed to the camera. *Click. *Click. *Click.
“Come to the garden, ma.”, Mr Arul held my left hand, guiding me down towards the grassy area. I kept peeking out over the wall, afraid anybody would see me in this embarrassing get up. I could hear birds chirping and chickens clucking all around me.
“Uncle, can we finish this fast…”, I asked him as he made me sit on the grass.
“I will do my best.”, he said, with a little smirk on his face. “OK. Lie down sideways”
I lied down on the right side of my body, resting my head on my right hand.
“Look at the camera and smile…”. *Click. *Click. “Lift up you left leg.”
I slowly spread my legs, my juicy camel toe coming into the camera’s view. *Click. *Click.
“Lie down on your back, spread your legs and look up towards me.”
I followed his instructions, moving my oily legs apart. *Click. *Click. *Click
“Arch your back upwards…”, he said, a little smile on his face. “Pull your tits out.”
“What… no… no…. not outside… please”, I cried out. “People will see…”
“There is no one here.”, he said softly. “It’s just the two of us.”, he arched his face towards Dadi. I looked up at the swing, Dadi had dozed off again while watching us, probably waiting for everything to be over so he could fuck me again before I left.
Sigh. I slowly pulled out my breasts from the bikini top, my dark oily nipples shining under the sunlight. Pushing the cups under my boobs so they stick out firmly towards Mr Arul.
“Perfect.” *Click. *Click. “Spread your legs wider apart, ma.” *Click. *Click. *Click.
I heard some shuffling sounds from behind the wall. A soft gruff voice called out to us.
“Hello. What are you doing?”,the voice said.
**End Of Part 12.**
Mr Arul placed the camera back on the table. “Could you pass me the skirt and panties, ma.”, his eyes constantly shifting between my nipples and my pussy. I slowly stood up, my legs shaking slightly from the near orgasm I was about to have. I pulled the skirt and the lacy panties out from under my legs and handed it to him. I stood there stark naked, showcasing my body to Dadi and Mr Arul. I could feel the wetness from my pussy dripping down my thighs.
“Absolutely beautiful.”, Mr Arul stood back, taking in the sight in front of him. “Maybe we can end with a full nude photoshoot.”, he chuckled. He already had photos of every part of me, and a video of both Dadi and him fingering and playing with my pussy. What else did he want.
Dadi remained silent, his right hand still on his cock over the dhoti, looking at my body. Mr Arul slowly walked towards the luggage bag again, unzipping it and pulling out a thin yellow bikini. He had already strategically placed it on the top of the pile of clothes. He zipped the bag shut and walked back to me, his right hand reaching out to hand me the bikini.
I’ve never worn a bikini before in my life, I thought to myself as I took the yellow cloth from his hands, staring at it.
“It’s like wearing your underwear, ma. Let me help you.”, he said, a little grin on his face.
I slid the bottom part under my legs and pulled it up to my waist. Oh my god. It was so skimpy; the rear part was basically a thong. I turned my head over my shoulders and looked down. My entire ass was on display with a thin yellow string disappearing into my ass cheeks. The front end barely covered my fat pussy. The edges of my dark pussy lips were sticking out from the sides.
Was I supposed to wear this outside? In public? My heart was beating fast. What if somebody see me? Thank God Nani’s house was pretty distanced away at the end of the little village, surrounded by fields. The only issue was that the villagers worked at these fields so the occasionally do walk past the house. My mind was racing with so many thoughts.
“Turn around, ma,” Mr Arul said. I slowly turned around, the front facing Dadi who was still sitting down on the couch. I lifted my hair, showing my entire back to Mr Arul. He picked up the bikini top, placing the 2 cups over my breasts from behind and slowly tied the 2 strings at my back. He came closer to me, his big belly rubbing onto my back, slowly pushing his hard cock in between my butt cheeks, grinding me as he tied the bikini.
I ignored his movements, looking down at my breasts. The 2 cups barely covered them, the edges of my dark areolas from each breast were sticking out noticeably. The meat from my tits pushed tightly together making them seem even bigger than they were. Of course, the bikini was at least two sizes smaller than required for my bigger breasts and ass.
Dadi stood up, taking a good look at me. “She looks very fuckable.”
The statement stunned me, and obviously Mr Arul, who definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Uhh… yes… yes, Santosh Ji.”, he stammered. “I could not find a proper bikini for her size. Most of our models are flat chested.”. He moved away from my back, standing a few feet behind me.
Dadi placed his hand on my left breast, gently squeezing it. “Do you like this bikini?”, he asked softly.
“Yes, Dadi.” I lied, looking down at his hand.
“Shall we head to the garden?”, Mr Arul asked. Dadi let my breast go, heading towards the front door, opening it wide.
Fuck. The realization of me having to go outside dressed like this hit me like a ton of bricks.
“No. no… not dressed like this…”, I took two steps back, bumping into Mr Arul.
“Oh, I almost forgot.”, He went back to the luggage bag and pulled out a small bottle of coconut oil. “This will make her skin glisten under the sunlight.”, he said with a wide smile on his face. He held my hand, guiding me to the rattan chair and sat down. I stood in front of him, wearing this bright yellow bikini that barely covered my most intimate parts. Dadi went outside. I could see him walking down the porch area, probably heading to his usual spot on the swing. It was really bright and sunny out, closing in to the middle of the day.
Mr Arul looked up at me, both of us alone in the hall. He squirted some oil onto his palms and slowly started to rub my legs, massaging the oil into my skin up to my thighs. “Your Dadi was right, you do look very fuckable in this.”, he grinned at me. Squirting more oil onto his palms, he started to rub it between my legs, squeezing and pinching my pussy lips together with his fingers. “I know a lot of men who would love to play with this little pussy of yours. They will make you career grow.”, he smiled.
I remained quiet, watching him as he moved towards my breasts, slowly rubbing more coconut oil onto them, his fingers making sure to touch my hard nipples as he massaged me. “Hmm…so soft…”, he whispered, as he grabbed both my breasts, pushing them together. A little bit more of my dark areolas peeked out, the nipple barely hiding inside the bikini top. He finished rubbing more oil on my arms and picked up the camera again. “Ok ma, let’s go.”
I peeked out the front door, the walls surrounding the garden were about 4 feet high. Thankfully, the surrounding roads looked empty. I felt Mr Arul’s hand grab my ass, pushing me outside. Dadi was sitting down on his usual spot, on the swing, watching us. His eyes lit up as he saw me walking out, my body shining under the sunlight, the bright yellow bikini barely holding my assets in.
“Wonderful. She looks great Arul.”
“Thank you, Santosh Ji”,
“Come here, Molu.”
I slowly walked towards Dadi. He remained seated as he bent down to take a closer look at my bikini bottom. He reached out, pulling the thin material out, crumpling it into a tight string. He slowly adjusted it so the string would fit snugly in between my slit. My fat pussy lips were fully exposed, hugging the string from the outside, giving me a camel toe. His right thumb and index finger pinched my pussy lips together, making the string dig deeper into me.
“Perfect.”, he said, looking at his handywork.
“Stand beside your Dadi, ma”, I heard Mr Arul from behind me. I adjusted myself to stand beside the swing, Dadi wrapped his hand around my waist, making sure that my barely covered breasts and pussy were fully exposed to the camera. *Click. *Click. *Click.
“Come to the garden, ma.”, Mr Arul held my left hand, guiding me down towards the grassy area. I kept peeking out over the wall, afraid anybody would see me in this embarrassing get up. I could hear birds chirping and chickens clucking all around me.
“Uncle, can we finish this fast…”, I asked him as he made me sit on the grass.
“I will do my best.”, he said, with a little smirk on his face. “OK. Lie down sideways”
I lied down on the right side of my body, resting my head on my right hand.
“Look at the camera and smile…”. *Click. *Click. “Lift up you left leg.”
I slowly spread my legs, my juicy camel toe coming into the camera’s view. *Click. *Click.
“Lie down on your back, spread your legs and look up towards me.”
I followed his instructions, moving my oily legs apart. *Click. *Click. *Click
“Arch your back upwards…”, he said, a little smile on his face. “Pull your tits out.”
“What… no… no…. not outside… please”, I cried out. “People will see…”
“There is no one here.”, he said softly. “It’s just the two of us.”, he arched his face towards Dadi. I looked up at the swing, Dadi had dozed off again while watching us, probably waiting for everything to be over so he could fuck me again before I left.
Sigh. I slowly pulled out my breasts from the bikini top, my dark oily nipples shining under the sunlight. Pushing the cups under my boobs so they stick out firmly towards Mr Arul.
“Perfect.” *Click. *Click. “Spread your legs wider apart, ma.” *Click. *Click. *Click.
I heard some shuffling sounds from behind the wall. A soft gruff voice called out to us.
“Hello. What are you doing?”,the voice said.
**End Of Part 12.**
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